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Bevan Kearney

"Nice to meet you... now stop irritating me."

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a character in “Arrosith”, as played by A u t o

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Bevan Kearney
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Age: 18
Gender: Male
Appearance: Bevan is rather tall at 6'0", sporting a lean yet muscular build. His hair has been dyed to a teal color, stopping a little ways above his shoulders. His eyes are a very light greenish blue color, and his skin is very pale due to lack of sun. A single tattoo of the word 'hope' is found on the right side of his collarbone. There's a large scar on the back of his left hand from a fight he had in junior high. His ears are pierced as well, both on the lobe and the cartilage. He'll wear whatever clothes he can find, or whatever he finds to be comfortable. It's not rare to see him walking around shirtless early in the morning or late at night.
Personality/History:Bevan was the first child of a poor family. He lived in a rather bad area, and had to learn how to handle and take care of himself and his younger brother. As a child, he was rather scrawny and got pushed around a lot. Despite this, he still acted tough and would fight back, even if the odds were stacked against him, which they usually were. By the time he was 10, his family moved to a better, safer area, but by this time Bevan had already developed a cold and cruel outer layer.
Since the people around him in this new area were much less aggressive than the people he used to be around, Bevan took advantage of this. He pushed people around and enjoyed seeing them squirm. This eventually led to him getting in trouble with his parents, teachers, and other adults. This taught him to be less cruel- at least, to be less cruel where adults could see him. He acts like a kind and respectible young man under the eyes of adults, while still letting slip a few sharp glares and cruel comments that sound like dry jokes. Once he's only around people his age, he drops this act and continues to be mean, rude, and sadistic.
Throughout his life he's tried playing sports, but always got kicked off the team for starting stupid fights. The same goes for many clubs at school. He's picked up many bad habits like smoking and drinking. His hair was dyed as a rebellious act against his parents recently after they irritated him, as well as the tattoo and piercings. He expected his hair to turn out an ocean blue color, and was extremely peeved when it ended up wrong.
Likes:
+His little brother
+Smoking
+Drinking
+Spiders
+Singing― he doesn't like people to know that he sings, though.
+Videogames
+Rock/Metal music
+Cats
Dislikes:
-Pop/Country music
-Eggs
-Candles/Incense
-Fish
-Cherries― he ate an entire jar of them as a kid, and now they make him sick.
-Hugging
-Working
-Horses
Role: Cruel One
Theme: You're Gonna Go Far, Kid by The Offspring
Other:
~"Juxtapose"
~Voice sample here
~Tends to be more irritable early in the morning/late at night

So begins...

Bevan Kearney's Story

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"Did you remember to get your credit card, dear?" "Yes." "What about our plane tickets?" "Yes." This back-and-forth conversation went on between the two adults for awhile as the mother of the family looked over her checklist for the third time. She was often known to be like this, very shaky and a bit paranoid when it comes to big trips that require a lot of planning and organization. The father, however, didn't seem to be nearly as concerned with every little detail as his wife was.

"Bevan, honey, do you still have that piece of paper with the number to our hotel and all the emergency numbers?" A a few seconds it was completely silent in the vehicle as the woman awaited and answer from her oldest son. "Bevan?" More silence. The aqua-haired boy had his head leaning against the cool glass of the window, his half-lidded eyes watching the scenery roll by. He couldn't be bothered to turn off his music for a moment to hear what his mother had said. A sharp jab in his rib cage made him jolt away from the window, one hand covering the offended area as he pulled one of his ear buds out. He glared at the younger boy next to him who had hit him, before turning his attention to his parent.

"Yeah?" Bevan muttered, raising an eyebrow. "Do you still have all the contact numbers I gave y-" "Mhm." The older woman gave him a gentle smile, though it was obvious that she was a bit irritated at his bad manners. Bevan, however, was more than a little irritated at the moment. Why did he have to stay with some dumb relative he'd never met before while his little brother got to go on vacation with his parents? Surely he was old enough by now to stay home alone for a few days. He knew that being old enough wasn't the problem, though. If he were left with full rule over what he did, then he'd either invite a bunch of friends over and wreck the house or go out with a bunch of friends and wreck public property. It didn't help that he'd already ticked his parents off for the week because his friends had broken his little brother's bicycle.

"Alright, we're here!" Bevan was brought back to reality by his dad's announcement, as well as the car jerking to a stop. He looked back out the window at the large, old house before them. It looked like no one had lived there in decades. It didn't help that there was an over-all eerie feeling about the place. "C'mon, we don't have all day, you know." The young boy sighed as his father's demanding tone and nodded, shoving his door open and going around to the trunk. He'd only packed one large suitcase that contained everything he thought he'd need. Much to his mother's despair, he refused to pack another one with extras of everything. While he was reckless, he was decent at keeping all of his stuff together and didn't think he'd lose anything too quickly.

Once he had his bag out and the trunk shut again, his mother got out of the car and stepped around it, wrapping her small arms around the much taller boy. "Be safe, okay, honey? Your grannie should keep you in line just fine. At least, I hope she will. Don't forget to brush your teeth after every meal, alright?" Bevan rolled his eyes, nodding. He made a face when his mother stood up on her tip-toes to give him a peck on the cheek before she returned to the car.

Bevan didn't even stop to wave as the car drove away. He quickly turned on his heel and walked up to the door, pulling his suitcase behind him. As he lifted a hand to knock on the door, it opened, startling him a bit. "Um... hi." He said, putting on a very uncomfortable smile as he looked down at the elderly woman in front of him.

"Hello, deary. Please please, come in. I'm sure you'll be able to find your room easily. Please stay there until dinner; listen for the bell." He nodded and stepped inside, relieved that the inside of the house was much nicer than the outside. After only a few seconds he turned back to ask exactly where his room was, but was surprised to see that the woman who had answered the door was gone.

"Damn old people and their creepy disappearing acts..." Bevan mumbled, tugging his suitcase roughly behind him as he started up the stairs. The woman had been right, though-- it only took him a minute or so before he found a guest room that looked like it had been cleaned up recently. He shut the door behind himself rather roughly, shoving his suitcase aside and going to sit on the ede of the bed closest to the window. There wasn't much to see, though. Mostly the tops of trees and the sun making its way down the sky. After a moment, Bevan felt his stomach rumble and he groaned. Dinner definitely couldn't come any quicker.